Hunting
I’ve never been a hunter in the traditional sense. My entire family goes deer, partridge, or pheasant hunting, but the only thing I’ve ever wanted to shoot a creature with was my camera. I’m not anti-hunting, it’s just something I choose to do. However, give me a camera and I’m on the prowl for a photo trophy.
Today I was tracking a bee and a dragonfly around the flower garden. Every time I was close to getting a photo they would instinctively fly off. Arrgh! There’s no way to lure an insect to you that I know of unless it’s a mosquito, and I haven’t wanted a photo of those little suckers. It’s not like you can lay down a trail of pollen or wear bee scent. (Hmmm…my husband does call me Honey…)Patience is what ultimately works… along with a big steaming bucket of luck.
I finally got two photos I’m happy with even though I don’t have a macro lens. It’s the adrenaline rush of capturing the target that feeds the hunter within, and it was the best part of my day.
